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Paradise of love composition

In our daily study, work and life, it is inevitable for everyone to come into contact with composition. Composition writing can exercise our habit of being alone, calm down and think about our future direction.

How to write an essay to avoid making mistakes?

The following is a collection of essays on the paradise of love that I have collected. You are welcome to learn from and refer to them. I hope it will be helpful to you.

Paradise of Love Essay 1 Grandma’s farmyard is a fascinating place, which records many happy memories of my childhood.

I like its vitality when the rooster crows in the early morning, the silence when the smoke curls from the kitchen stove at dusk, and even more the joy of brothers and sisters playing together when midsummer comes.

Along the winding country road, smelling the intoxicating fragrance of Elaeagnus angustifolia flowers, I trotted all the way to the courtyard of my grandma’s house.

What comes into view is the small but exquisite vegetable garden in front of the courtyard.

The vegetable garden is divided into two along the path entering the door. One side is planted with beans, eggplants, and cucumbers... Look at the red-faced tomatoes, like a fat baby with a red face; the green peppers are red.

, shining against the sun, all showing their majesty; the green and dark cucumbers hang upside down, showing off their slender bodies; the purple eggplants are round and make people salivate.

The other side of the path is full of spinach, rape, lettuce, leeks... green seasonal vegetables.

Don’t underestimate this small vegetable garden, it provides delicious food for grandma and several children’s families.

In order to protect the small vegetable garden, grandma built a fence around it.

Morning glories grow according to the trend, purple, white, white and purple, densely smacking, competing for beauty.

My grandma was also a person who opened up new territories and was good at farming.

A few years ago, she leveled the ditch next to the vegetable garden and planted jujube and pear trees on it.

Now they have risen from the ground. The lush branches and leaves can not only protect everyone from the sun, but every autumn, the yellow pears and red jujubes provoke us children to always run to the small courtyard.

Passing through the small vegetable garden, a row of neat brick houses came into view, with red bricks and blue tiles, golden pine beams, and white ceramic tiles on the walls.

The house is clean and tidy, warm in winter and cool in summer. Although it is not as majestic as high-rise buildings in the city, it has the simplicity and elegance of rural buildings.

There is also a wide cement floor in the middle of the courtyard.

It was originally used to dry grain, but now it has become a good place for us to relax, especially in summer.

Every holiday, we would meet with my aunt and uncle's family, bring barbecue stoves, buy all kinds of delicious food, and happily gather in the small courtyard.

The adults rolled up their sleeves, set up the chopping boards, chopped vegetables, minced meat, barbecued, and started to cook delicious meals for their families.

We children had a great time playing hide-and-seek in front of and behind the house, jumping rubber bands, and picking angustifolia flowers.

Just when we were exhausted and hungry, the adult said: "It's time to eat!" We ran into the small courtyard.

Looking at the table full of delicious food, my mouth watered.

After washing hands, everyone got together happily, eating delicious food, drinking some beer, and chatting about home affairs. Not to mention how happy they were.

I love my grandma’s farmhouse, it is a place full of love and joy.

If you ask me what "home" is?

I will tell you without hesitation: that small courtyard is the home I long for.

Paradise of Love Essay 2 My paradise is my hometown.

In my hometown, we picked tea leaves and went to the amusement park.

Back to my hometown, I came to the tea garden, where the tea leaves were tender and green.

My sister, my mother, and I carried bags and hats together and started heading to the tea garden.

When I came to the tea garden, I remembered a past incident: One winter, my sister and I were playing in the tea garden. At some point, my father lit all the dead grass around him on fire.

Suddenly the tea garden turned into a huge prison, and my sister and I became "prisoners".

I thought my father must be testing my ability to survive in the wilderness, so I picked up bricks and tiles and threw them into the fire using local materials.

We turned into firefighters again. After a while, we put out the fire, and my sister and I went home safely.

"Start picking tea leaves!" My mother's words brought me back from my memories.

I stretched my arms and picked off the tender buds. Slowly, I had picked a full basket.

Looking at my sister and mother, they only choose the tenderest and best ones, so they don’t even cover the bottom of the basket.

A few hours passed and we were sweating profusely, but we returned with a full load and we poured all the tea leaves into big bags.

Grandpa led us to sell tea to the tea boss, and in the end we earned 42 yuan.

I didn't make much money, and it was very hard work. I realized how difficult and fun it was to make money.

My sister and I took the money and went to a scenic amusement park near our hometown to play.

We used the money we earned to play on the water duck boat and the glass sky bridge.

Standing on the glass overpass several hundred meters high and looking down, I was frightened, but very happy.

Being in the scenic spot reminded me of that year when the playground was still under construction. My grandfather took me there to play. Due to the construction, there were some holes on the ground. "Pop--" I accidentally fell into a sand pit.

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At that time, I was like a little rabbit caught in a trap. Grandpa pulled me out. My head, face, and clothes were all covered with sand.

When we got home, my grandfather and I were criticized.

My hometown is my paradise. Although it is ordinary, it is full of happiness.